Skin

Beauty on an Ugly wall

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I had no idea what I was doing. I just smashed a soap plate over Alex's head. My mom's favorite soap plate! Jesus christ and it was an antique! She's going to fucking kill me! But what am I going to do with all of this blood on my floor. Good thing it's tile. But bad thing the bathroom carpet is ruined. I actually liked that carpet of all the shitty carpets my mom buys with my dad's money. I grabbed his wrists and dragged him into my room with a towel under him to catch the blood. I looked at the wound I left in his head. Proves him wrong for being stupid around me. Poor thing died too early. Maybe it was natural selection. Whatever. It doesn't matter that he's dead. He can't yell at me anymore. But shit he was a man whore. I can see why too. His eyes were slightly opened which bothered me a bit. I slid them closed, and trust me it wasn't as graceful as the movies make it look. I propped him up in the corner of my room pretending he will wake up. I hope he does. But for fucks sake he might not. I hit him hard. He looked pretty. Almost like he was sleeping in class. But with a stream of blood down his head. I should clean that up. He'll look pretty without the dead-look. Although that's not something we can fix is it? His skin will soon start to decay, along with his hair, then his organs, his bones won't for millions of years. Maybe I can preserve the only part of him I've ever looked at.

After hours of tireless work and study I finally did it. I hung a beautiful masterpiece on an ugly wall. It took hours of cleaning though. But I finally did it. Determination and hard work sometimes really does pay off. It was a little sloppy but taking the skin off someone with close to no medical experience is hard work. The skin will probably dry out in a matter of hours maybe. And I need to get rid of the red mess in a trash bag on the floor. My carpet is ruined. I'll buy a new one and no one will know. Plus i'll just tell my mom it is some kid of seal. No she won't believe that. The thought zoomed through my head and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I heard footsteps enter my house.

"Vio I brought you some food! You owe me 5 dollars for this!" My mother said, I could tell she was awaiting a thank you. "Vio? Are you home?" I heard a sliver of worry in her voice. I don't want to get rid of her too. She pays for the bills. "Vio? Why is the bathroom a mess?" She tried to open my locked door. "Do you have a boy with you Vio? I told you I don't want to catch you with a boy."I could tell the sliver of worry turned into anger which grew rapidly. She tried to get into my room even harder. She jiggled the door again. "Vio. I'm going to eat our take out if you don't want it. Okay. I'll leave you alone." I heard her footsteps leave my door. I gently opened the window to escape that way. I took the bag and brought it with me. I dumped it into the trash can below my roof and closed the lid as I stepped on it to walk away from my home. I didn't know where I was going. Maybe to go buy a new rug. Maybe I'll see when I get there. But it's almost 9 at night and I don't think dillards is open at the moment.